Lyrics In These Streets (feat. Spider Loc).lrc Jay Rock
[id: pshjzact]
[ar: Jay Rock]
[al: Black Friday]
[ti: In These Streets (feat. Spider Loc)]
[length: 04:16]
[00:29.83]Jay Rock, well connected in these streets, I’m a legend
[00:32.81]Testified, the reason why your momma dialed 9-11
[00:35.47]Ride for my line, no questions gotta stay alive
[00:38.15]Stay inside if you tryna subside a homicide
[00:40.92]It’s suicide to test me, the iron if you press me
[00:43.60]They say the game cold but I don’t know Wayne Gretzky
[00:46.45]Keep the flamethrower in my coat if you disrespect
[00:49.41]The clips’ known to make a scene when I hit the set
[00:51.87]Play your cards right or hit the deck
[00:54.81]The tech hit your flesh and your silhouette
[00:57.46]Corner store carnivores
[01:00.68]Fiends schemin’, “what the fuck you want a quarter for?”
[01:03.09]I make a drop off, then I order more
[01:05.27]I’m with the killers and the thieves, hide your Audemar
[01:08.10]And if I got the thumper, I’mma hit you with it
[01:11.34]Blood, I’m on 112 obitual with it
[01:14.61]We on the avenue, we on the boulevard
[01:19.11]We blockin’ off the block, we corner corner-shops
[01:25.08]We in the street, we in the street
[01:30.40]We in the street, we in the street
[01:35.75]Mmm, smellin’ like dinner time
[01:38.55]You got a five star mill on you, give me mines
[01:41.25]And when I take it make sure you don’t drop any dimes
[01:44.05]You play Magic Earvin
[01:45.68]You gon’ see a black burner and a black turban
[01:48.12]That’s a black mask
[01:49.72]And tell your bitch to get that necklace out her handbag
[01:51.83]You see it’s cutthroat
[01:53.78]And my reality is cut dope and gun smoke
[01:55.93]Another casualty the family in the front row of the church pews
[01:59.40]A politician don’t understand a hood nigga’ views
[02:02.72]You see them devils in them black and whites
[02:05.43]And hit the lights, we hit them corners like Regis on a Monday night
[02:08.38]I’m in the spot like a dalmation
[02:10.67]Bake a cookie dinner, nigga break it, go ‘head nigga taste it
[02:13.75]You know I keep them goodies in the oven
[02:16.50]Dawg it’s nothin’ want a dish, say somethin’
[02:18.43]Holla at me
[02:41.68]Smack the back of my hand with a fresh pack
[02:43.86]At the meeting the homies know I press facts
[02:46.45]Can’t ignore that he-say, she-say
[02:49.33]He pillow talk, what she say, he say
[02:51.95]On Keeway, they wanna see me in the pen
[02:54.34]Gettin’ ends tryin’ not to fall completely into sin
[02:56.80]Ever been in a trap where everywhere you turn
[02:59.46]You learn it won’t help for you to make a U-turn
[03:02.37]Been through bullshit it only made the S better
[03:05.51]Recorded with Cube, arguably the best ever
[03:08.08]Ask me, it gotta be a conspiracy
[03:10.85]Still, no hate in my spirit, see
[03:13.71]They keep my reputation like “why are you the worst”
[03:16.03]No matter how you rehearse they don’t vibe through the verse
[03:18.71]Will my world wide web ever hit these fans
[03:21.37]Only God knows, it’s out of 50’s hands
[03:24.29]Year of Release: 2010